Work Up an Appetite

The fight was over in the moments following his rough shove of the young male, and amidst the heaving of his flanks the brute managed to curl the corner of his dark maw upwards in a tiny, rueful smirk. "Well done, boy. I'll expect a rematch in the future, eh?" he drawled, ruby dipped ears flickering as he drank in the sounds of mayhem around himself. He wasn't left waiting long, the heavy pawsteps that closed in on him sounded rather enthusiastic. Sure enough, a voice called out to his left and asked if he was ready for another round. Inky lips curled with vicious glee, and he dipped his head in assent.

Shoulders squared, joints loosened, and his head fell back between his shoulders to protect his throat. Within moments, he felt the brute strength of an equally large wolf colliding with his left shoulder. The impact shuddered through his skeleton, and he felt his bulk shifted dangerously. He threw his right leg out to widen his stance, and as he felt teeth closing on his scruff a growl rippled through his chest. He jerked his head back roughly, aiming to drive the sharp points of his thick horns up and backwards. There wasn't enough force behind the motion to maim his opponent, but it would certainly leave a few gouges in the tender flesh of his face if they connected. On the downswing of his momentum after he jerked his head back, the brute sought to slam his weight down on the splayed toes of his opponent's left foot. He could still feel the length of the male's foreleg near his own, and though he couldn't see where he was aiming, he felt there was a very good chance he'd manage to at least clip the ends of his toes and bruise them a little.

Poe vs Cinead for Dominance

Round 1/2

Age: 1+ years

Size: Dire wolf

Build: Heavy

Mutation 1: Horns - Offensive

Disability: Total Blindness - Temporary

Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Intermediate Hunter

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